Chapter Twenty-Four
After fielding more questions than I had answers for, I left the Crime Scene Unit and Rey to process the bloodbath at the garage. I followed my own lead four miles north to Union City and an old New Jersey contact. A city isn’t unlike a person. They both have the marks to show and stories to tell … if you know where to look.
It was just after 1am by the time I arrived, but from the moment I stepped into the main room of the Pole Position Gentleman’s Club, I knew what kind of place it was. Dark, smoky and with tacky rock music blasting out from unseen speakers, it was the kind of place that only the lost and the desperate would frequent. And that was the staff. The clientele wasn’t any better.
A handful of drunks and sleazy businessmen were propping up the bar or gawk
